I want to have a baby!

Joel: Wanna go?

Clem: I want to have a baby.

Joel: Let's talk about it later.

Clem: No! I want to have a baby.

Joel: I don't think we're ready.

Clem: You're not ready.

Joel: Clem, do you really think you could take care of a kid?

Clem: What?

Joel: I don't wanna talk about it here.

Clem: I can't hear you. I can never the fuck understand what you're saying...

Joel: I don't wanna talk about this!

Clem: ... Fucking ventriloquist!

Joel: I... don't...

Clem: We're fucking gonna talk about it!

Joel: ...Want... to--

Clem: You can't just say something like that and say you don't wanna talk about it!

Joel: I'm sorry, Clem.

Clem: I'd make a fucking good mother! I love children, I'm creative and smart, and I'd make a fucking great mother!

Joel: Oh, God... Mmm!

Clem: It's you, Joel. It's you who can't commit to anything!

Joel: It's going! It's going!

Clem: You have no idea how lucky you are I'm interested in you! Maybe I should end this right here, Joel! Leave you at the flea market with this stupid costume jewelry! It's done. This is crap. Maybe you could find yourself a nice antique rocking chair to die in!

Joel: All the pain, confusion—

Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (2004) by Michel Gondry